Peace: A lost voice

Fragmented like bits and pieces
here and there,
me, Peace,
a wandering soul,
an incomplete whole!

I quiver within
like a shivering patient,
the knells of nuclear bombs
piercing me like agonies. Ouch!

What can I do when my torso is hoodwinked,
devastated
and annihilated by antagonists
speaking violent languages of war?

I can only cry
bleed
and soak in tears like you
in aftermath
beneath the smokes of the black sky.

If only your ears you would lend,
you good-hearted human friends-
a vanilla dawn might not be as elusive!

Will you lend me your ears?